Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 169 Religious Books
I'll just say it!Don't read all kinds of weird words that appear in the secret room in horror movies!
This is one of the rules of death for the protagonist of a horror movie!
But before I had time to remind the proprietress, this woman read all these things... Moreover, she successfully summoned the demon army, right outside the slaughterhouse!
What's more, what disgusts me the most is that the part of this army of demons is the dust that annoys me so much that I want to curse.

Seeing this army of demons seem to be resurrected from hell, with the aura of killing someone when I meet them, I instinctively turned around and shouted: "Sister Lan! Damn it, don't read it, look, the army is so f***ing You have been summoned!"

"Hey?" The proprietress was fine, she looked up at me as if she hadn't woken up, then tilted her head to look behind me, and she asked me, "What's outside the door?"

Ladies, are you so calm?
I turned around, I wanted to take a look, and then describe it to the proprietress, but I found that I made a mistake just now.

Before this group of armored, human-like demons made of dust, they just assembled their bodies from the dust, did nothing else, and didn't even look in the direction of the study.But now it's me, after I yelled a few times, all eyes are on me.

The armor at the head is different from the surrounding dust demon soldiers. It looks like an official demon soldier staring at me with his dust eyes, pulling out his dust-made sword, and roaring!

"Ow!"

Then this group of demon soldiers rushed towards the study where the proprietress and I were located.

"I'm going to... close the door, close the door, close the door... the door, where is the door?!"

Well, what the hell am I still looking for the door? If the proprietress had been in a daze for 2 minutes just now, the door frame might be gone.Seeing that this group of demon soldiers is about to rush over, how can we stop them?

"Young man, what is this?" The proprietress stood beside me leisurely at this moment, with one hand on my shoulder.

"What do you think big sister, what curse did you just recite, the ashes on the ground rose up and turned into something like this... I'll go, come here! Sister Lan, move quickly!" Get behind the door frame.

But I didn't pull...

The proprietress seemed to be standing at the door, looking at the dozens of magic soldiers who were about to rush in front of her, she muttered: "Dust? Uh... come here, young man."

After speaking, hook your fingers at me.

"What?" I took a step cautiously.

The proprietress reached into my backpack and took out half a bottle of mineral water. I didn't know what the proprietress was going to do at the time, but a few seconds later, the proprietress unscrewed the mineral water bottle, spun it and threw the bottle sideways!

The mouth of the bottle is spinning and sprinkling water, while passing through the group of magic soldiers...

After the water droplets touched the body of the demon soldier dust, the dust fell to the ground like mud, sticky, and wanted to move forward, but couldn't drag the body, and then, a group of ghosts were so inexplicable I can't get up.

"I'll go... Sister Lan, what kind of spell is this?"

"No spells, just dusting with water... huh? Boy, what do you mean by looking at me like that?"

My face was full of black lines at the time: "No, this...is this okay?"

The proprietress ignored me, walked straight over, casually smashed a lump of sticky lumps lying on the ground and trampled by the mud demon soldiers, and then checked them one by one.

I also walked out of the study at this time, and came to the proprietress: "What are these, Miss Lan?"

"The evil spirit's resentment puppet is not a ghost, but a defensive measure for the incarnation of resentment attached to the dust."

Defensive measures?

Defense against what?
I looked at the proprietress puzzledly: "What defensive measures? Didn't you summon it just now?"

"Chanting a mantra? Boy, when did I recite a mantra?"

"Didn't you chant the books you just took?"

The proprietress looked at me with black lines all over her face. I knew that she must be questioning my English score at that moment, and then sighed: "There are no spells at all, they are just religious books. I just flipped through the history of religion... ..."

I raised my eyebrows: "Then how did these things come out?"

"They should be guarding something. I guess, it may have something to do with my breaking the study door."

"I'll go, then let's go quickly, this must be because the owner doesn't welcome us, don't mess with other people's things." I was about to leave, but the proprietress stopped me and said with a smile: "You don't want to pursue Do you have any memories of yourself, boy? Besides, these things are not threatening, you see, they are just mud."

My face is full of black lines, why does the proprietress definitely think that Qiao Man's father is me?
What about my past memories...

I looked at the mud on the ground, and realized that I really couldn't hold back the lady boss, so I could only nod my head: "Okay, wait another half an hour, at most half an hour."

The proprietress smiled, ignored me, and went back to the study.

She seemed to be particularly interested in those so-called religious books. She flipped through one after another. It was agreed before that she would leave after reading for half an hour. As a result... she kept reading until the middle of the night. I didn't know what it was that day. What's the matter, I guess it's boring, but I'm very sleepy, the proprietress is reading, and I'm illiterate and don't know English, so I sleep on the desk in the study.

It just so happened that the magic soldiers with mud outside were screaming like a lullaby.

And when I was in a daze, I had a lot of strange dreams in my mind. In the dream, I saw many foreigners with strange clothes. I couldn't understand a word they said. The only thing I understood was The problem is that the sky in this dream is cloudy, as if a heavy rain is about to fall, I am impatient, I want to take shelter from the rain, so I can run around with it.

These foreigners laughed when they saw me, and laughed when they saw me.

In the end, when I had calf cramps from running, I finally realized that I seemed to be in a big square, and I couldn't find a place to shelter from the rain.

But at this time, there was a burst of thunder in the sky, and my heart sank, this is going to be watered!

Just when I was in a daze, something happened that made me even more dazed... All the foreigners in strange clothes around me knelt down in front of me and bowed to me once, twice, and three times...

Then he put his hands on his chest and looked at me with a smile on his face, as if he was looking at God.

"I...fuck...what the hell is this dream...dream..." I started to feel dizzy.

And at this moment, I suddenly felt someone pushing my shoulder, that person's hands were soft, his movements were very gentle, and he called softly in a soft voice: "Young man, what do you think I found?"

I suddenly sat up from the chair, turned my head and saw that my sight became clearer and clearer, and it was the proprietress who appeared in front of me.

I let out a long sigh of relief: "I'm going... I finally woke up, if I don't wake up, I'll be doused."

"What are you talking about, boy?"

"Ah? Oh, it's okay. I had a dream just now and was almost photographed by the rain. Thanks to Sister Lan, you woke me up..." I looked at the proprietress, and was about to tell her about my dream, but suddenly I frowned. A wrinkle.

In fact, from the moment I woke up, I felt something was wrong.

Now, I finally understand, it's the lady boss.

She used to always smile at me, but half of it was a sneer, and the other half was a disdainful smile, and her words were charming with a feeling of indifference that couldn't be concealed.

But it's different now, the landlady's smile at the moment is only charming, and the eyes she looks at me are even full of ambiguity.

Her hands were always on my shoulders, and her hips were also very close to me.

"...cough, sister Lan, what did you call me for?" I moved my body, not because I was cowardly, but because the proprietress acted abnormally, so I had to guard against it.I have known a saying since I was a child that the pies falling from the sky are either poisonous or filled with lead. They will either poison you or smash you to death.

The proprietress smiled at me, and then took out a thick book.

But when I put it in front of me, I found that this is not a book, but a thick diary.

"Look at this, there are a few black and white photos in here, very old, boy, don't be surprised when you see it."

The proprietress looked at me mysteriously.

Black and white photo?ancient?
But why would Mao scare me?What's in it?

Out of curiosity, I opened the diary, and... I was so frightened!There is a photo on the first page, I don’t know if it is the effect of black and white photos, or it was really cloudy that day, the location of the photo is a square, and the people in the square are all dressed in strange clothes, all foreigners...

The sky is still flashing thunder!
It is surprisingly similar to the picture in my dream!

I was taken aback and raised my eyebrows: "Damn it, Sister Lan, are you still dreaming?!"

The proprietress was stunned: "What is falling into a dream, you quickly turn to the picture that can scare you, where is it in the back?"

Behind?

I was puzzled, frowning and continued to turn the pages. There were similar photos on each page of the diary, and some content was recorded. Of course, because my English is poor, I really don’t understand what was recorded.It's just that the more I turned, the more surprised I was. Why did this scene become more and more similar to the one in my dream? !
Until I flipped to one of the photos.

At that time, I was stunned... The person in the photo is actually me! !
"How are you, are you startled?" The proprietress put her hands on my shoulders and said softly, "I was also startled just now."

"This...that's impossible, big sister, look at the photos from that year, look at the date!" Although I don't know English, I can still recognize the numbers, and I can see the date, the photo in June 1883!How could it be me there?
"Isn't it you? Boy?"

"It's definitely not... Hey, sister Lan, tell me what is written in English on it." I was also confused. The only thing that can give me an answer now is the English. I want to know , Who is the person who took the photo, and who are these strangely dressed, cult-like guys.

(End of this chapter)